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[sparklyeyesfullofwonder]

BUILT BY LOVE

PAIRING : damian wayne x fem!reader

ONESHOT: damian kept his marriage to you a secret, until one of his brothers just happened to intrude

      Nights were softer when Damian wasn’t on patrol.

     The kind of soft that wrapped around you like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. You were curled into his chest on the couch, half-lost in a book and fully immersed in domestic bliss. Time didn’t seem to exist when he was home. Hours slipped past like lazy clouds. And honestly? You weren’t complaining.

     His breathing slowed as you read aloud, voice low and steady, the room lit only by the fire’s gentle glow. You could feel his heartbeat under your cheek, steady and calm, as if your presence alone was enough to make the most high-strung man you’ve ever met relax.

     “Damian?” you asked, finishing the chapter and peeking up at him.

    One eye cracked open slowly, dark lashes catching firelight. “Hm?”

     That single syllable rumbled through his chest, warm and low, and way too effective for how little effort it took.

     You smiled. “I’m gonna make some tea. You mind putting on a movie?”

     You started to move, but he tugged you back with a single arm, just long enough to kiss your shoulder, soft and brief.

     “Of course, hayati.”

     The book was abandoned on the coffee table as you padded toward the kitchen, the fire crackling behind you like background music. The dim living room gave way to the aggressively bright kitchen lights, and your eyes squinted against the sudden change. Still, you moved easily, muscle memory guiding your steps through cabinets he’d made sure were filled with all your favorites.

     Your kitchen was perfect. Your house was perfect. Your house together. Every inch of it had your touch, and every corner had been molded by love, arguments about tile, and midnight dance parties. He had made sure of it. This was the dream, and he had helped build it.

     Which is why, when the kitchen window creaked open behind the curtain, your entire body tensed like someone had just dropped ice down your shirt.

     You grabbed the nearest knife— because it’s Gotham in the end— and turned toward the sound.

    “Hey, Dami! Sorry to just barge in—” said a voice you didn’t recognize yet somehow knew. The uniform was dark. Familiar. Definitely not Damian.

     The man stepped through the open window like that was a normal thing to do, holding his side like something had clawed through him. “I forgot how sharp Croc’s nails are. I could use a little patch—”

     He stopped. You both stared.

     “You’re not Damian.”

     “Hi?” you offered, knife still in hand, voice halfway between polite and ‘I will absolutely stab you.’

     You knew who he was. Of course you did. You’d seen photos. Damian didn’t hide his family— just… kept them far away. Far, far away. Far enough that they couldn’t reach you. Or know about you. He had insisted on a small, private wedding outside Gotham. No invitations. No interruptions. No Bat-family drama.

     So seeing him, here, in your kitchen? It was like seeing a ghost.

     “Beloved?” Damian’s voice came from the hallway, smooth and casual, but with that edge that only came when something felt off. “I heard a commotion. Is everything alright?”

     You barely had time to answer before he appeared, gaze moving from you, knife in hand, to the man across the kitchen.

     The man who looked way too much like him.

     His entire body changed. Shoulders squared. Smile gone. Arms crossed. His expression turned into something cold and sharp. Something you hadn’t seen directed at anyone but enemies.

     “Grayson.”

     Oh.

      “Whoa,” Dick said, eyes flicking between the two of you. “Damian, you got a girlfriend and didn’t tell anyone?”

      “Leave,” Damian said flatly.

      “Seriously? That’s how you’re gonna play this?” Dick blinked. “Dude, who is she?”

     “Wife, actually,” you said, because someone had to say it. “But hey, great to meet you too.”

     Dick froze. “Wife?”

     “Surprise!” you offered, stepping forward and placing the knife gently on the counter like a hostage negotiator. “You must be Dick.” 

     “I… yeah. And I’ve never heard a word about you.”

     There was a pause, long enough for the tension to stretch the air between you like rubber. You could hear the faint static of a comm in his ear before he brought a hand up to respond.

     “I’m alive,” he said, then added, “Ran into Killer Croc. Also apparently just met Little Robin’s wife. Sorry, what was your name again? Oh— wait— never mind, Dami never even told us he got married.”

     You looked at Damian, whose jaw was so tight you could probably use it to cut glass.

     “You didn’t need to know,” he muttered, but he stepped beside you anyway, hand finding your waist on instinct. Not his usual spot, no chin on your shoulder, no soft kiss to your cheek. But a protective, possessive grip that told you everything.

     “They’re going to show up, you know,” you whispered, leaning slightly into him.

     “I know,” he whispered back, tone grim. “They’re already on their way.”

    You sighed. “Guess I’ll make more tea.”

     Damian didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed locked on the open window, on the man still standing there like a shadow from another life. But his hand at your waist tightened, just slightly, like a silent promise.

     You smiled at him. A quiet, but warm smile. The kind of smile that made Damian finally relax again, just enough to lean in and press a kiss to the top of your head. It wasn’t overly affectionate, it never was. But it was grounding. A silent “I’m here”.

     “Let them come,” he said quietly. “They’ll learn this is home now. And you are everything worth protecting.”

    And just like that, the storm on the horizon didn’t seem so loud.

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Kinda busy this week so I'm just posting some quick Damian doodles. He's such little shit, I want to punt him. 💚🦇

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Damian becoming a med student and immediately getting way too invested in his family's health for no reason.

Damian, knocking on Dick's door: Richard, can I ask you a favor?

Dick, suprised: Yeah, of course, what's up?

Damian: I have a question for one of the Doctors in my school. Can you come with me on Friday?

Dick: Umm, sure, kid...Why? Do you need me to play the big bad intimidating brother?

Damian: No. But I do need you to avoid consuming any caffeine eight to twelve hours prior. And bring a list of all the medications you're taking.

Dick: What

*In the Batcave*

Damian, finishing taking a blood sample: I should thank you for letting me do this.

Jason, shrugging: Hey, whatever for a Batburger.

Jason: So... Why do you need my blood?

Damian: It's not important, really... You probably don't even have it–

Jason: Wow. Have what?

Damian: You have nothing to worry about...maybe.

Jason: What are you talking about??

Damian: I'm just making sure.

Jason: Damian! Making sure I don't have what??!!

Damian:

Jason:

Damian: Yeah, you probably don't.

Jason: *Launches at Damian*

*At a family dinner*

Bruce: So Damian, how is school going?

Damian: It's fine, Father.

Bruce, smiling and continuing eating: Good.

Damian:

Damian:...Father, have you ever gotten your prostate checked?

Bruce: I–

Jason: *chokes*

Tim: Oh god.

Damian: You should really see to it, it's important.

Dick: I'm pretty sure Selina–

Tim: Oh god, please shut up.

Jason: *Dies again*

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Okay listen I know that for Damian technically speaking the grey suit was better but please, please hear me out for a minute.

I absolutely agree that the grey suit fits Damian way better, aesthetically and just… it’s Damian. Yes. I know that. That being said, I do like the new suit for completely different reasons than just visual and I think it’s important for his character arc.

We’ve watched Damian’s overarching arc of League of Assassins Prince Demon’s Heir -> insecure son of Batman and Bruce Wayne trying to find his place and unlearn cruelty -> learning to accept family and find his own sense of morality -> understanding Batman’s mission and carving out his own place in the Batfamily (grey suit) -> becoming confident in his own wants and needs and deciding he wants to eventually put down the suit and become a doctor -> current arc of still accepting being Robin for the time being and all that entails while still trying to build an independent future for himself/learning who he really is for himself (current arc/new suit)

I don’t think keeping the grey suit into this new arc of his character development and growth would be fair. We need the full circle of Damian learning that there was nothing wrong with being in the place of accepting both his past and his present and becoming comfortable in his place in both the Batfamily and Wayne family and making his own version of Robin the way his predecessors did before going out on their own (the grey suit, with its muted tones and shadows meant to reference both his past and his present); but he needs to bring it full circle into acknowledging that the mantle of Robin has always been about Batman at the end of the day. Dick set the precedent of leaving Robin with Batman and springboarding to create his own persona while still leaving the impact of Robin because it’s important to who Batman is fundamentally. Jason didn’t get the chance to do that before he died, Stephanie was fired before she fully got the chance, Tim did the exact same thing with Red Robin (although he keeps going back to it) and we NEED Damian to also close out the circle.

Damian needs to acknowledge who Robin is in the context of Batman and leave Robin’s legacy for the next Robin that will inevitably come along in order to develop his own persona (whether that’s a vigilante persona or leaving it all behind to become a doctor) in order to tie the knot. The suit is just a way of acknowledging that Robin has always been the bright light guiding Batman’s dark shadows and needs to remain that way before the current holder of the mantle passes it down to the next Robin.

Tl;dr: while yes the grey suit matches Damian’s aesthetic and visual appearance the best, the new suit is actually a necessary part of his character arc development in order for him to simultaneously keep the integrity of Robin being connected to Batman while also beginning to move away from being Robin into the next phase of his growth. The Robin suit needs to be bright again to be handed down to the next in line (or go back to Tim, that’s a different post altogether) and thus is a fulfillment of Damian’s arc from Assassin to Doctor/whoever he will become in the future. It’s a necessary step to separate from Robin.

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This is your daily reminder that Damian still had baby teeth as Robin.

Robin: Son of Batman #3

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Just everyday life

Songs:

Tourah- Fadia

Zay el 3asal- Sabah

Kalimat- Majida El Roumi

Le Beirut- Fairouz

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I think more people need to play around with Damian's speech. Don't get me wrong, I love the antiquated Victorian child style of speech, but also he's a teenager that swears plenty in the comics. We really need more scenes like:

Damian: Father, I regret to inform you that I have been assigned in-school suspension for the next three days.

Bruce: What, why?!

Damian: My classmate Kevin was disparaging a female classmate for turning him down, so I called him 'a rizz-less, basic-ass neckbeard bitch' and said I was going to fuck his mom and give her a son she'd actually love.

Bruce: *is completely speechless*

Damian: That is all I needed to tell you. If you will excuse me, I have homework to complete before dinner and patrol.

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I love how everyone in the dc fandom has that one character that just means the most to them. For me it’s Damian, I probably would not be this obsessed with Batman and comics in general if it weren’t for him.

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I love how everyone in the dc fandom has that one character that just means the most to them. For me it’s Damian, I probably would not be this obsessed with Batman and comics in general if it weren’t for him.

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Just to make it clear... I ALWAYS thought this new Robin suit had potential.

I mean LOOK AT HIM!!!

Knee-high combat boots + hooded cape always do the trick for Damian

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i'm missing juni ba writing damian.

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"I want to choose. I have chosen"

y'all need to understand, Damian is someone who was never really given a choice. First it was what the league of assassins wanted, then it was what Batman wanted. For the longest time, even if he wasn't being forced to fight, he did it because it was the only thing he knew. The only way of living he understood.

This is him knowing better, this is him deciding to fight, to help people. Embracing that roll, not for others, but for himself.

This is Damian choosing.

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"I am Damian.. Grandson of healers". Fuck yeah, he is.

Batman and Robin 2023 #24

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why does water taste so much better in the middle of the night

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DAMIAN WAYNE HAS COME SO FAR

Look at this distinguished young gentleman on his path to becoming a doctor, with the hopes of healing people, while also choosing to be Robin, embracing the mantle and feeling comfortable and proud about it.

And I know some people still believe he's the same aggressive 10-year-old (abused and traumatized, but anyone who hates him is not going to acknowledge that), when in reality it's SO EASY to look up what he's been doing the last few years to realize how much he has grown, how mature he can be, how loving and emphatic he is, how much potential he has. (Damn it he was just a kid... he still is)

I'm SO EXCITED for Damian's future, as a person, potentially as a doctor, and with the Robin mantle, a different mantle or no mantle at all (i would personally like for him to keep being Robin for a while, until he feels ready to create his own mantle, he's still really young and learning after all)

Also, I didn't love the change in his Robin suit at first BUT I'm starting to like it a lot, especially as I can see now how meaningful it's supposed to be, he's embracing it and he's happy, so I'm happy.

You can't tell me he doesn't look cool though, as long as he has his knee-high combat boots and hooded cape, I can approve.

WE'RE CHEERING FOR YOU MY BOY!

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conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 2

*Damian and Jason, four hours into a stakeout*

Damian: Jay, hand me the mango pieces.

Jason: *plastic crinkling* ayyy, I’m Jason again!

Damian: *snorts*

Jason: what was with that, by the way? I just showed up in Gotham and found you referring to everyone like they’re your professor. Like, that’s not a ‘you’ thing, I don’t know why you started doing that.

*audible chewing noises*

Damian: do you want the genuine honest answer?

Jason: please god do tell

Damian: so- and you aren’t allowed to laugh. but when I first came to Gotham and I showed up at the manor, father obviously had to give me a tour of the place, right?

Jason: yeah.

Damian: and they wanted to do a DNA test to check that my mother wasn’t pulling a fast one by claiming my birthright, so the first place he showed me was the cave, which was also where Tim was.

Jason: *hums*

Damian: and you know that place- the first time you went to the cave, it was wild, right?

Jason: oh, like walking into the tardis for the first time. insane.

Damian: exactly. all high-tech and shit, and I’d just come from the desert compound I’d spent my entire life in- like, my first time going into the kitchen at the manor I saw Alfred loading the dishwasher and my first thought was ‘oh my god what the fuck kind of machine is that-‘

Jason: *abrupt cackle*

Damian: -so the fucking cave for the first time? as a little desert-boy ten year old? I was a little distracted,

Jason, chuckling slightly: ok, fair,

Damian: and so I’m zoned the fuck out, looking around this cave and not paying attention to anything father’s saying, and then I finally tune back in just to hear the words ‘-ackson drake’ while he like, tries to introduce me to Tim.

Jason: *slowly starts laughing again*

Damian, raising his voice to be heard over Jason’s increasing beats of laughter: -and so I’m fucking standing there, ten years old, no clue what this kid’s first name is, and everybody’s looking at me like I’m supposed to be the one fucking talking right now, and ALL I can think of is my mother, who before she shipped me off to Gotham completely alone kept fucking telling me ‘Damian you have to be strong and show that you deserve to be the Batman’s blood son. show no weakness and take the mantle you were born to have; show no fucking hesitance.’, so I’M panicking,

Jason, still cackling: *a clap* NO I DO- I DO REMEMBER, LIKE, BACK IN THE LEAGUE-, holy shit back in the league when your only coping mechanism for not knowing the fuck was going on around you, was literally just to pretend you knew what the fuck was going on around you and bullshit till you make it,

Damian: WELL IT WAS LIKE THE ONLY FUCKING THING MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME-

Jason, through tears: -that’s why I didn’t say shit when I came back to Gotham and found you fucking, doing all this blood son bullshit! You started calling me Todd and speaking in old english and I was just like ‘bless him he’s terrified, just leave him be’

Damian: *cackles* and I did- I did appreciate you going along with it, because back when this happened I panicked and just started calling Tim ‘Drake’ because I was too embarrassed to ask him for his first name, and then by the time I heard somebody else call him Tim in passing, everybody had just assumed this was a thing I did. and I was too socially awkward to clear it up and switch back, so I just had to stick to Drake.

Jason: *wheeze* a-and Grayson?

Damian: well at first I just went along with the surname thing out of awkwardness, but then I’d gone too deep and I had no way out- AND THEN- and then Batman fucking died-

Jason: *wheeze*

Damian: -and I went from being parented by the gymnastics version of the dark lord to being gentle-parented by fucking Nightwing-

Jason, choking: holy- holy shit-

Damian: do you know what it’s like to go from *gruff voice* ‘Damian we don’t fucking kill, give me the katana or I’ll put you in Arkham’ to *high pitched, sweet voice* ‘oh hey Dames, obviously I can’t stop you from killing but I really would appreciate it if we discussed all our options and came to a mature decision together on what’s best in this scenario-‘

Jason: *crying, silent wheezes*

Damian: so DURING all this I’m trying to subtly switch back to using peoples actual names, except it fucking backfired because people just assumed I was calling Richard Richard because we had that special parental mentor bond, and Tim had pissed off to- whatever he was doing in the desert for six months- getting a hysterectomy or whatever the fuck happened-

Jason, amused: hysterectomy- he lost a spleen, Dames

Damian: well whatever happened he wasn’t AROUND for me to shift to calling him Tim! and when father was back I’d made no progress and was back to square one, except this time I was stuck calling one brother Richard and the other Drake!

Jason, still laughing: and this is where I came in?

Damian: I felt BAD! I’d already taken Robin from the guy, I didn’t want him to feel like he was lesser of a brother to me than Richard. So I demoted you to Todd so he wouldn’t feel alone.

Jason: very thoughtful.

Jason: we should probably get you a therapist, dude. I think everybody forgets that when you showed up you were literally just a very confused immigrant child with no experience of normal social interaction apart from me at the league.

Damian: oh I was like, 60% into an anxiety attack consistently for the first two years I was in the city.

Jason: *snorts*

Damian: the first time I was left alone with Tim we were in the kitchen and he said ‘do you want wifi?’ and, y’no, coming from the league, barely any tech and the only normality was the concept of fighting to the death over everything, MY instinctual ten-year-old thought was ‘oh shit, wifi must be slang for brawl here, we’re about to fight’-

Jason: *laughter* you’re fucking kidding

Damian: -so I’m like, so be it, and I say ‘come on then’ and get ready to start punching, only for him to turn around and grab a piece of card stuck to the fridge and hold it out to me,

Jason: *cackles*

Damian: and he goes ‘here’s the password so you can connect, I’m assuming you have a phone or something’-which I fucking didn’t by the way, my mother gave me a shitty flip-phone to call her in emergencies but it didn’t use wifi-, and he’s holding it out to me and I had to like, subtly shift my posture out of the defensive position I’d been in-,

Jason, delirious from laughter: this is the fucking best. thing.

Damian: -and I take it from him, and he gives me this weird look like he has no idea how to communicate with me, and I was just like ‘shit I might have to kill this one, it’s the only way to get out of this interaction’.

Jason: *wheeze* if we go through the timeline, every murder attempt on Tim’s life has just been an occasion where you’ve felt socially awkward and didn’t see any other way out of conversation,

Damian: pretty much, yeah. I should have been on xanax for those first few years.

Jason: stories from your first years in Gotham are my favourite thing in the world.

*a few silent beats*

Tim: are you telling me I’ve been stuck as Drake for YEARS all because Damian’s fucking scared of social interaction?!

*crashing sound*

Jason: HOLY FUCK-

Damian: OH MY GOD I FORGOT WE WERE CONNECTED TO THE MAIN LINE-

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Something I do to irritate my younger sibling is to just casually and intentionally get their age wrong, and I feel like that's something that the batfam would do to Damian. Such as:

The batfam is getting interviewed after a fight or something.

Reporter: Aren't you worried about Robin? He's a bit young to be fighting crime, isn't he?

Dick: Yeah, he may be four, but he's a tough kiddo.

Damian: I'm thirteen.

-

Damian: May I accompany you to the movies?

Dick: Aw sure, Damian!

Jason: They won't let him in.

Damian: Pardon?

Jason: It's a horror movie. You're like negative six years old. They won't let you in.

Damian: I will murder you.

-

Duke: Dude go to bed. It's way past your bedtime.

Damian: Your hypocrisy is infuriating.

Duke: There's a difference! I'm 17! You're still a growing three year old!

Damian: I'M NOT THREE!